I used to think love was just an illusion,
I never thought of it as your souls fusing.
I used to think love was just an emotion,
I never thought of it as your heart’s devotion.
Now?
Now I think of love as the first time we ever kissed.
I remember sitting there on that couch, with my head rested on your chest.
I remember hearing your heart pounding, and asking you why.
You said,“I don’t know”, and I felt your heart fly.
That’s when you turned my head towards yours, and leaned in.
I whispered “oh no” and let out a laugh laced with nervousness.
It was my first kiss, after all.
I think of love as when our lips touched and it drew me a picture of home.
I walked right in, not knowing where I’d end up,
but I knew where I was.I can only explain what was inside that home as
infatuation.
Infatuation with you.
That’s when you pulled away and I felt a shade of red paint itself across my face,
and I watched a smile peer across yours.
I looked away, still intoxicated by where your lips brought me.
I let myself fall over with my face in the pillow as you laughed.
You lifted me back up and kissed me again, just to see me smile again.
I used to think love was just a fear, a fear of being alone,
I never thought of it as a comfort.
I used to think love was an excuse to do stupid things,
I never thought of it as a reason.
Now?
I think of it is as how I feel when I hear your voice, or laugh.
I think of it when I see your smile.
I think of it as how I see your imperfections and still would not change a thing about you.
Now I think of love as you.